Para El Que Mira Sin Ver

For those who look without seeing
The earth is just earth
The pampas say nothing to them
Nor the stream, nor the willow

But the pampas are a guitar
That has a deep song
You have to listen from within
Where the spring is born

In the whistle of the hills
The thrush takes lessons
The thistle is like a handkerchief
Says goodbye and doesn't leave
And in the whistle of the hills
The thrush takes lessons

Inland and clear sky
How beautiful it is to gallop
And feel that inside oneself
The immensity grows

A world in each blade of grass
Goodbyes in the thistle
And to think that for many
The earth is just earth
And to think that for many
The earth is just earth